Azeroth’s Death Track

In the grand rhythm of the entire war, the death of Tyrion Dawnblade was not a major event, it was just a victim of the collision between the two camps before the decisive battle.

But Tyrion's death did change a few things.

Because of his special status, his death directly led to the Ranger General and the Windrunner family falling to the side of Prince Kael'thas who advocated war. The Windrunner is the largest Ranger family in Quel'Thalas. The impact is enormous.

Therefore, among the seats in the Silvermoon Council, the nobles who agree with the prince accounted for the majority. This time, even if King Anasterian was unwilling to add the elves into the muddy waters of humans and orcs, he did not. Had to make concessions under the power of the nobles.

Although the official order to join the alliance has not yet been issued, the three Ranger troops belonging to the Ranger Legion have already set off from the mainland of Quel'Thalas to fight in the Hillsbrad Hills and Arathi Highlands. Those who accompanied them, And the pride of the high elves, the powerful Legion of Firewing Mages.

Although the total number of people is only close to a thousand, the addition of this force has cheered the battered Seven Kingdoms Alliance. The combat effectiveness of the high elves cannot be measured by the number of people, and as long as the legion arrives, it means that, Quel'Thalas' well-made war supplies will also be open to human nations.

Although the price is high, at the critical point of the current life-and-death battle, if the victory can be bought with mere money, I am afraid that the kings are even willing to go bankrupt.

The soldiers of the Quel'Thalas elves were quick, and when they first reached the hills and Arathi Highlands, they had already started their own hunt.

whoosh

The red arrow pierced the air, mercilessly harvesting the life of the orc scout riding on the black wolf. The sharp arrow pierced his throat from behind. Falling down, the loyal Warg was unwilling to give up his master.

But the next moment, before its roar sounded, another sharp arrow pierced its heart ruthlessly.

It's a hunt.

At the junction of the Arathi Highlands and the Hillsbrad Hills, on the endless grassland, a ranger team was chasing and killing the orc scout team twice as many as them.

These slender elves are not afraid of the rough orcs at all, as long as they keep a distance, even the strongest orcs will die on the way to charge.

Scatter and escape!

The captain of the orc scouts looked at his companions who were being shot from behind with red eyes, and he waved the hunting stick in his hand and shouted loudly:

Send back the news that the elves have appeared in Arathi! Scatter!

whoosh

Before he finished speaking, a blood ring orc boy next to him was pierced through the heart. Facing these insanely accurate elven armor-piercing arrows, these orc scouts who were ambushed seemed to be stared at by cold death , No matter how you dodge, there is no way to escape the envelope of death.

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Under the shadow of death, the scouts quickly dispersed, and behind them, the rangers on horses and chocobos also launched a pursuit.

Serent Fire Wing was riding on a galloping horse, and the bow in his hand opened an arc, locking on to an orc scout who had lost his wolf and was running hard. In the eyes of the elf captain, there was no hesitation, indifference as ice.

whoosh

Sharp arrows shot out from the bowstring, and after 2 seconds, the orc was nailed to the ground.

swish

Serent drew out his saber, and the moment the horse brushed past the orc, the saber in his hand rose and fell, and a ferocious head rolled down on the grass amidst blood splatters.

See? Tyrion! Roger! See? I killed another one!

Celent cried out inwardly:

Your heroic spirits bless me! I will continue to kill like this! Until I find that damned Saurfang! I will pay homage to you with the heads and blood of the orcs!

As the ranger captain under Tyrion's command, Serent saw the camp completely destroyed by the orcs after that night of fighting. Of the 150 ranger guards there, only 30 escaped with their lives.

In the ruins of the camp filled with the blood of rangers, the remaining 30 rangers swore that they would avenge the tragic death of their brothers for the rest of their lives. Before the culprit, Saurfang, was killed, the rangers They won't stop killing.

Long-lived species like elves place great value on oaths. Once an oath is made, it must be fulfilled. However, among the surviving rangers, Celent is not the craziest.

Ah! Ahh!

An orc scout who was stabbed in the left leg by a sharp arrow was struggling to move forward on the grass. Judging from the part where the sharp arrow pierced, it was not a missed shot, but a deliberate shot by the bow bearer, so that he could not escape.

Accompanied by the difficult movement of the orc, a conspicuous bloodstain was left on the grass. This orc looked very young. As a member of the Blood Ring clan, his face covered with red battle patterns still kept two intact. The eyes represent that he has not yet passed the cruel coming-of-age ceremony of the Blood Ring clan, and now, this young soul is about to die.

Behind him, a ranger wearing Farstrider chain armor held a halberd in his hand and stood there, looking indifferently at the orc who was trying to escape.

Kassel Bright Wing, once the youngest ranger captain under Tyrion's command, that rainy night massacre completely changed the fate of many people, and for Kassel, his change was so drastic, so It is unacceptable.

Painful?

Seeing that the young orc scout was knocked down by fear, unable to move forward on the ground, Kassel stepped forward, poked the young orc's body with the halberd in his hand, and said in an indifferent voice:

Why don't you run away? As long as you escape another 10 meters, I'll let you go! The elves mean what they say.

The words spoken in the common language made the young orc's body tremble. He turned his head and looked at the elf behind him full of fear. He only saw an indifferent face, but no one wanted to die, so the orc continued to move forward with difficulty. crawl.

When he was about to climb 10 meters, the elf behind him still didn't say anything, which made the orc's eyes burst into hope of survival, but the next moment, the sharp halberd pierced his heart mercilessly from behind.

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The halberd was pulled out from the wound, and the blood splashed on the back of Kassel's hand. The elf wiped the blood on the cloak. He looked at the corpse under his feet and shook his head:

I'm sorry, I broke my promise! But when you slaughtered my compatriots, you didn't show them mercy...

I just... blood for blood, revenge for revenge!

Kassel! Stop that guy who is running away!

The shouts of his companions came from behind. The ranger captain inserted his halberd into the ground, pulled out his bow with his backhand, and rushed up the small hill behind him. At the end of his sight, the last four fleeing wolves led their masters in a frenzy. Mercedes Benz.

Of the 12 scouts, only these four were left.

Kassel hitched three sharp arrows, the light of hatred danced in his eyes, and with the buzzing of the bowstring, the three arrows broke through the wind in the Arathi Highlands and shot at the fugitives hundreds of yards away.

Under the shooting of three arrows, Kassel finally left one, and the other three escaped from their range. This failure made Kassel tightly hold the bow in his hand, and his face was extremely ugly. .

I still let them run away... I'm really not reconciled!

Cassel said to Celent, who came to him: Every one of them should be killed!

don’t worry!

Celent looked back at the hills behind, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

They can't escape!

In the center of the battlefield behind the two, Alleria Windrunner stood on a raised hillside. In her line of sight, she could clearly see the three orc scouts who had successfully escaped. They were at least 700 yards away from her. It is already a distance that ordinary arrows cannot reach.

But Alleria didn't give up in her eyes. She threw the war bow she used in her hand to the ranger beside her, and took out the red, wide, ancient Windrunner's mark-Sasdora's ranger bow from behind her backhand.

The moment Aurelia pulled the bowstring, the air around her began to roll, and the magic power in the air was attracted by this special bow, and a black arrow of magic power appeared on the bowstring, Between the illusion, it seems so solid.

In the name of Tyrion...

Alleria's face was indifferent, and there was no emotion in her eyes. Her arms were slightly raised, and the fingers holding the bowstring were released suddenly.

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Like a bullet flying out of a gun, the black magic arrow even caused a small sonic boom in the air, rushing towards the fleeing orc at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary arrow.

At the moment when it approached the target, the arrow of black magic power trembled, rippling the magic power around the body, and divided it into 6 small rotating arrows, like a storm of sharp arrows, instantly destroying all the obstacles in front of it Everything is pierced through.

It was a terrifying scene. In the eyes of Kathel and Celent, the three fleeing orcs, together with the wolf under them, seemed to be pierced by dozens of arrows, and at that moment their flesh and blood Fly, at the moment when the arrow of black magic power disappeared, the fugitive's life ended with a bunch of disgusting, unrecognizable stumps and broken arms.

This scene is enough to make anyone who sees it shudder.

Azeroth is an ancient and mysterious world. There are many treasures with special powers hidden in the corners of the world. Alleria holds a bow that can turn decay into magic, and Sasdora is one of them. Members...Treasures with such power cannot be coveted by ordinary people. In fact, ordinary people cannot grasp them.

swish

Alleria turned her red war bow back, her fingers were still trembling abnormally, she stretched out her other hand, brushed her long golden hair, and looked back at the quiet battlefield , she said softly:

Clean up this grassland... Once you find other orcs, kill them!

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Hoo... Hoo

An orc scout covered in blood struggled to run in the swamp of the wetland.

He was the only survivor of the encounter 30 minutes earlier. When the crazy elves killed his companions, he escaped by hiding under the corpse of the warg, and he still had half of the arrow shaft in his arm.

There was a barb on the arrow, and as an experienced scout, he didn't dare to pull it off rashly, as it would enlarge his wound and eventually die of excessive blood loss.

This news must be brought back to the clan!

This orc trudged through the mud step by step with difficulty. As a blood ring orc who had lived in the cruel jungle since he was a child, such a harsh environment could not trouble him.

But just as the orc rushed out of the swamp and could already see the camp of the Blood Ring clan from a distance, the deep sound of the horse bell rang behind him.

swish

The orc scout turned his head, and saw two dark shadows riding on horses, walking forward in the mud-filled swamp. The mud seemed to be completely unable to affect the horses' progress. Looking carefully, every inch of the skeleton horse's steps The ground is covered with traces of being frozen.

The body of the war horse is almost completely bone-like and skeleton-shaped. It has an armored saddle and weird long horns on its head. Its eyes are blood-red, and there is no sound when it moves. This is definitely not a living creature.

Death Knight! Take me for a ride!

When the two dark figures approached, the panting blood ring orcs stopped them, and when the leading death knight turned his head back, the pair of ice-blue, emotionless eyes made the orcs back subconsciously step.

What frightened him even more was that it was the face of an elf! And it was this kind of elf who slaughtered his team just now.

This feeling of fear was immediately captured by the death knight. Tyrion looked at the injured orc, and he asked without emotion:

Are you afraid of me? Why?

I'm not afraid of you!

The orc subconsciously said: It's your compatriots... In the Arathi Highlands, the rangers of the high elves are hunting our scouts! They are crazy!

Huh? Elven ranger?

Tyrion raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse, dry voice:

How did they appear here? Who is their leader?

I have no idea!

The blood ring orc glanced at the death knight in disgust. He had no interest in these resurrected corpses. He said casually, Their leader is a woman...blond hair with blue battle patterns on her arms. Shaped like a bird...

click

The next moment, Tyrion raised his arm abruptly, strangled the orc's neck, and lifted it into the air easily. There was a frightening color rolling in his ice blue eyes.

Did you see her?

Yeah! I...I saw...she used a red bow...

click

Then you know too much...

The orc's neck was broken, and Tyrion threw the ice-covered corpse into the mud behind him. Seeing the corpse being swallowed by the swamp, he steered the horse forward with a normal expression.

Dingling, Jingling...

The low and ominous bells of the horse continued to ring in the swamp, like some kind of signal for the arrival of the god of death. Tyrion controlled the rein and walked towards the distant orc camp. He asked softly:

Glockush, my squire, you won't tell the truth, will you?

Huh? What? I don't know anything... what's the secret?

Well... that's good, I'll teach you the Frost Rune when I go back.